Local

I went to my local pub last Friday after work with a co-worker spy friend of mine who also lives nearby.

We had a few drinks and food and shared a dessert (about which I'm still thinking) and talked about, and looked at, cute guys.

We were joined, a bit later, by a not-straight (but oh so cute) male spy that we know and his significant other, which was great, because I swear, guys pay more attention to you when you're sitting with an attractive guy. It must up their competitive urges or something.

But anyway...after the dessert and before the last round, I found myself unable to finish a sentence when a very cute curly haired fellow walked by. On his way to the exit, mind you, but still, very cute. And when my head swiveled around to follow him, my friend told me that "he'd totally been looking over this way" Which, um, could have been helpful to know *before* he left.

Fast forward a few minutes later and I'm pretty blatantly staring at another cute guy, who wonders past our table. And we make some eye contact for just a moment before I turn back to the hockey-related conversation. And then later, when this guy was on his way out, (I know, I'm awesome with the timing, eh?) we were both checking each other out and I slipped him a sly little smile. (Oh alcohol, you make me into such a reckless flirt!)

And that's when I realized something: I guess if you go to a place regularly, like your local pub, you'd run into the same people over and over, and eventually you'd strike up conversation. Or something.

So maybe I need to empty my bank account and apologize in advance to my liver and start spending every Friday afternoon at the local pub.

Well, it's a thought, anyway.